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Fighter jet and the talking duck:
Lucid - DILD

I’m walking through a quiet housing estate and stumble across a large, black military jet with a distinct triangular shape parked in a drive way. (I looked it up, it was an F117 - Nighthawk fighter jet). It’s completely out of place and I really want to fly it over the city, so I jump up on the wing and look for a way to get in. Lucidity starts to build as I know I can get in if I expect to find a latch at the side of the cockpit which I do and open it. I climb inside onto the seat and take the aircraft steering wheel. I realise I have no idea how to drive one but again knowing how dreams work, I tell myself I can just drive it how I would expect to. So I put my foot down on a car accelerator and turn the wheel like I’m simply driving a car. The jet pulls out of the drive and I turn it around a corner and proceed to take off down the path. I simply pull the wheel down and back, as I’ve seen pilots do in movies and the aircraft lifts off the ground and takes off effortlessly. I rise into the sky, just above the roof tops at a gentle speed, more like a helicopter then a jet. I have a nice Birds Eye view and I’m in awe of what I’m seeing, now fully aware I’m lucid within a dream. I see Roads that seem to connect logically. Housing estates, busy and lived in. Cars, signs and lamp posts too. It’s a fully realised place.

Suddenly, I’m grabbed around the waist by two arms that grip tightly. I look down and see I’m no longer in the jet seat but appear to be dangling from the bottom of it like a paraglider. An adult woman with a brown pony tail is wrapped around my hips, holding on for her life. I seem to recognise her, as if she’s a dream character I’ve met before but I’m unsure if I have. “oh! Pauline!” I say, with delight. “I need your help with something” she says with a serious tone. The weight of her body brings me down to the ground and I let go of my jet, now standing on my own two feet with her still hugging me from behind.

I’m now on a cobbled back street with a row of old terrace houses to my side. “What are the lyrics to the song 14 inches long?” she asks as if interrogating me. I have no idea what she’s talking about so I make up some lyrics. “Four-teen, inches, long! Baa, Baa, Baa!” I sing and make the noises of an electric guitar as if it’s some rock song. She doesn’t respond so I grab her arm and try to pull her to my front but as I do I realise she’s light, almost weightless and I accidentally throw her across the street and see she’s now taken the form of a small mallard duck! The duck lands with a bang on the floor ahead and I hurry over to see if it’s ok. “Sorry, you ok?” I ask feeling guilty. The duck jumps up and rustles it’s tail feathers and says “I’m fine” in a rather sweet, innocent voice (like Olaf from Frozen).

Talking to an animal was my goal but now I’m here I’m not sure what to do with it so I decide to do some experimentation. “Run through this house and I’ll meet you at the other side” I tell the Duck as I want to see if a DC can follow me to a destination successfully even without my eyes on them. The duck complies and hurries into one of the houses. It’s then I notice the house number is “13”. This brings feelings of fear, due to 13 being an unlucky number and I worry something nightmarish will happen within. Sure enough, a window smashes and the poor duck flies out of it and lands on the floor in front. “An elf tried to stab me” it chuckles as if it’s funny and not something to be worried about. I look to the window and see a small elf, one of Santa’s by the look of it with a green uniform and angry expression. “Ok, come with me” I tell the duck and hurry away from the horror house. I dash down the cobbled street and think “this has been a long dream” and that thought rather nicely brings the dream to a close.

Analysis:
Funny little dream and low-level despite good dream control. Some interesting and subtle influences here. Read a flying dream before bed, I also saw an advert for Top Gun: Maverick and the fighter jet within the dream was one I had a toy of as a kid. Pauline and the 14 inches long song was random, though I have done some measuring recently in my house and maybe it had some connection to the band “9 inch nails?” My goal tonight was to talk with an animal. I was hoping for a deer due to the competition but received a talking duck instead. Interestingly the duck appeared and talked without me consciously making it and shows that something in the background of my mind was working toward this goal even if I wasn’t consciously doing so at that time.

From earlier on in the night:

I recall I was playing the role of a character in some character that was being made in an 80s movie about someone who was being bullied and generally a butt monkey. I was at a location that was supposed to be a roller rink but the decor was really bland, everything was just shades of white and light gray. Two dream characters (one female flanked on either side by two male, who are all completely naked) walk over and start bullying me. The fact that they are naked is absurd makes me realize that I am dreaming.)

Upon becoming lucid I remember that I am participating in a lucid dreaming competition, though I was still not 100% there. I then remember that the last time I was lucid I did a little 'trans'formation which earned me quite a few points and after chuckling at my own lame joke think I could do that a second time since I am confident that it will work. I even recalled that I preformed it by looking up at the ceiling and then back down at myself. Success. Turns out I was completely naked too so the body changes are immediately obvious.

The female bully comes back over.

"El-oh-el. (she sounded out LOL, hey I thought this was supposed to be a an 80s movie why are we using modern slang...?) You changed sex and your boobs are smaller than mine!"

She was right, I didn't have the same 'assets' I did last time I transformed though everything else seemed the same. I wasn't terribly concerned about that, figuring I could fine-tune it if I wanted. She continued with some unimaginitive insults and goading other dream characters into harassing me. More dream characters (again, all of them are naked)

"Stop bullying me. This is a lucid dream that we are sharing. If you bully me you are only hurting yourself." This time was said with confidence.

Instantly the lead girl flies into a rage and tries to attack me. She starts wailing on me with her hands trying to slap me to no effect. I use one hand to push her stomach. Not like a punch but still with some force and she goes flying back and sliding into the wooden roller rink. She slides on her butt around the rollerblade circuit (its quite small, maybe eight meters long), sliding around again and again in the route a skater would take. All the dream characters are pointing and laughing at her as her leg catches the edge and she starts to spin around.

"Stop laughing! It isn't funny." Even though upon awakening I do recognize it is a little funny.

I try to explain, rather poorly to the crowd of dream characters that they are figures in my dream, and that therefore they are all parts of me. My voice sounds squeaky and lacking any confidence even though I am reasonably confident in what I am saying even if I don't quite have the vocabulary to explain it concisely. I keep trying to correct this to no avail and its rather frustrating. I explain that if one part is 'disharmoniously integrated' then some part of me is not being accepted. This seems to aggravate the other dream characters who are adverse to me being lucid in the dream. Most run away, naked dream characters all spilling out the door while a few decide to attack me instead.

The dream scene changes to have ugly yellow wallpaper and I move into a new room. There is a nonsensical metal railing, like one might see on an industrial catwalk winding through the room and I am being attacked by a large, muscular male dream character. He tries repeatedly to punch me but I'm casually blocking all the punches like Neo at the end of the first matrix movie. He pulls a knife (out of where, I don't want to know because he was completely naked). He goes to stab me in the solar plexus. I feel a little poke and see the knife has gone in only about a millimetre and there is only a single drop of blood. He tries really hard to push it in further but to no avail.

I then summon a bamboo rod by reaching behind me. I hit the dream character on the head, not too hard, and say "go to horny jail" which was in some way connected to the fact that all the DCs were naked and that he was male and I was female (at least in form). Unlike my last lucid despite everyone being nude there was virtually no sexual charge to the dream. A large cardboard box falls on top of him, like a washing machine box and he squats down as it falls on him to trap him inside. There is like a slide whistle sound as the box comes down. Written on the front in black marker were the words 'Horny Jail'. There is a cutout with a window and three or four narrow jail bars made of cardboard wrapping paper tubes. The DC growls and pounds on the inside of the box in frustration, grabs the cardboard jail bars and shakes them trying to get them loose. Despite being a strong muscular looking male DC, he is thoroughly trapped by the cardboard box.

The dream continued for awhile becoming nonlucid.

I did a WBTB early in the night, about midnight I woke up and adjusted the bedding and got water. I was too tired to think about writing down the dream despite my excitement at what by recent standards was a successful lucid dream. But I fixated on the scene where I pushed the female DC back and the horny jail moment and told myself. There was no way I was forgetting that.

Just woke up from a layer-1 lucid moments before reading this.

I had a false awakening after dreaming about some sort of family gathering non-lucidly. I was at my dad's sisters house.

It was dark, but I was in my parents old bedroom. I felt around engaging the sense of touch more than the sense of sight and felt a face with short stubble/beard of a male sleeping next to me. I thought it might be my father but the face shape was wrong and it appeared to be bald instead. (Marcus human form return confirmed?) I looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand by the window and it said 12:14:999 on an oversized seven-segment display. This doesn't make sense to me so I work my phone out of my pocket and check it. It says 12:14:99. I start to have a panic dream that I am late for school/work/college and overslept but then realize that the time is nonsensical and that I am dreaming! The epiphany wakes me up.

DILD (x2) = 15pts
WBTB (x1, success) = 2pts
DC Interaction = 2pts
Full Transformation = 10pts
Object Summoning = 5pts
Invulnerability (not perfect but good enough) = 5pts
Super Strength = 5pts

bedtime 01:30 Super fun night with wife

Pretty good recall and YAY a lucid, for such a late bedtime. Quite vivid first dream. The DILD was low awareness, no thought of doing comp task/goal.

+ beach shorts, clear ocean water [DS], CrLee [DS], band/instrument long scene

[waking, time unknown]

+ LUCIDD #278 DILD in corridor with CrLee [DS], know I'm dreaming, talk with DCs about the dream? Scene begins fading, I move to stabilize, look through window of door into dark room, the flat black color I see promotes the fade so I start moving again to stimulate connection to the dream, the fade continues and I move back to the original part of the corridor and do a spin to try to save the LD, but the fade continues, I think I may end up in a new place... and I "wake" and lift up my sleep mask to see where I am, still dreaming but non-lucid
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In room with kids, they are arranged in a strict hierarchy like a church, a group of kids with an adult are visible walking past outside through windows, I move on and in a dark/twilight [DS] area, talk to people about the color coded boards with numbers, which mean which group of kids is in which location/activity, the group I was asking about the answer came that they were doing Tai Chi. I ask about another group and the answer came "drone field." I ask "oh you mean that large field over in that direction?" "Yes." Move on to very large room, party, people playing with a bouncy/floating large object balloon made up of many concentric objects, a red part was in the middle and we're wondering what it is, get closer and it's made from red rubber that kid's playground balls are made of but in an irregular shape, not sure if we should take it out, put it back in the structure, move on. Group of people sitting at table, come across old boy scout friends, I think the Gre. family will the first one to have grandkids in our troop. Move on to next room, someone says "they like to drink pea juice," young people are sitting at long picnic style cafeteria tables [DS], room mostly empty, someone says it's not really pea juice but pea soup, "Lingemans," I see briefly a white box carton with Lingeman's pea soup on the label. I want to get to a cabinet but two girls are sitting at the table right in front of it so blocking access, move on to the right of them past a table with food, there's a container with animal cookies, I take one, small piece, bite/eat it, moving circling to the right back towards entrance, wake up.



08:34

WBTB

OOB 09:30

Friday December 9th 2022
Slept poorly.
Literally did nothing besides being overly grumpy and eating something to pass the time in the few lucids I had.

WILDed into my old bedroom and went to the window to check if it was indeed my old bedroom. "Oh yeah" I thought as soon as I saw the familiar scenary. I didn't remembre my tasks all that well, so I went with the piano playing which I knew was a thing but didn't remember wasn't the 3 step task anymore.

So I went to the living room, sat at the piano and tried to play something cool. However, nothing good came out and I ended up quickly giving up. Then I went to the kitchen where my sister was playing on her computer. I asked her for some piano advice but she kind of avoided the question and asked me to help her install something on her PC. I helped a bit and then went to the kitchen balcony, which was significantly bigger than it is IWL.

I looked at the sky and it was slightly cloudly, cool and humid and I thought it would be a perfect day to fly. However I wasn't feeling super confident, nor was I feeling like jumping out of the 7th floor, so I decided to test for super strength instead and started punching the wall. Nothing much happened to the wall itself but at the 2nd or 3rd punch it seemed like the wall "stepped back" slightly. I tried to do it again but to no avail.

Next up I remembered the electronic device task, so I headed back to the living room, where my two versions of my cat were. I petted both of them for a bit and then grabbed my phone. Everything seemed normal I opened the music app which seemed to have every tune I have ever listened to. I played one of them, and it started playing an album I hear often, which coincidentaly I actually have on my phone IWL.

Finally I decided to go the neighbours place to see if I could find the Unigine Valley there (going through their door has led to some weird places before). As I was leaving my house I remember the expression "the writing is on the wall" and try to think it would be cool if there was writing on the wall in the corridor when I went out through my front door. And sure enough, there it was. On the left wall of the corridor, in a very faint, light red color it was written "writing on the wall". Kinda neat, uh? (except for the part where it was written in red, I kinda felt like it was blood).

Anyways, I knocked on my neighbours door, but before they had time to answer I noticed to my right a room which had two grand pianos and a smaller keyboard instrument which was clearly supposed to be a min church organ. I sat at the organ and started playing Toccata in D minor by Bach (I can't actually play this IWL, so this was all just me thinking the sound and moving my hands randomly, and the sounds came out). Then the neighbours came rushing into the room, slightly angry. I started playing Autumn Leaves and they apparently had no choice except to groove along. One sat down at a piano and the other pulled out a saxophone and we just jammed. Great fun! Worth noting that I had to purposely not look at the keys for otherwise the illusion that I actually could play would be broken.

Tired driving

I’m driving down the road south of my grandparents’ old house, heading toward the town where my former workplace was located. I’m pretty tired as I drive, I think, but also there is something about the vegetation that is dazzling my eyes and making it difficult to watch the road. It’s a kind of purplish shrub* which looks kind of like wild aster. As I drive, and especially as I make turns, the movement does something with my eyes. I think (or so I have a vague memory of thinking) that it might be a good idea to do a reality check, but since I’m already having trouble maintaining control of the vehicle it seems like now is not a good time for a reality check. Apparently I have to drive south to this town, and then turn around and head back past my grandparents’ place and north back to either my place or where I used to live with my parents. I think it’s already getting late in the day, and I think what I should do is stop somewhere and get some supper and wake up a little. I somehow end up back at the town outside of which my grandparents’ house was located, and am walking around with my Mom. I still have to make this drive south and then back north. Mom wants me to do something, maybe stop at my grandparents’ house to eat. I feel like I would rather just stop while I was on the road, that it would make me feel less like wanting to sleep. We walk through town a little bit, and I see a gold prospecting store, which is more like an Army/Navy type surplus store.

*I think this is the third time that the color purple has figured into my dreams recently. I wonder if that's just a coincidence.